#this is the only time zara makes sense

[avis-writeshq]

04 — you are in love

summary: “you can hear it in the silence.”/”you can hear it on the way home.”/”you can see it with the lights out.” in other words; the four times spencer wants to kiss you, and the one time he wishes he did. pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, slow burn,  warnings: drug mention, alcohol (reader gets a little tipsy), vomit (not in detail) wc: 3.4k a/n: thank you again to the wonderful amazing @astrophileous for beta-reading MWAH zara you're a real one <3 SPARKS FLY MASTERLIST // MAIN MASTERLIST

Falling in love is something that Spencer thought he would never get the luxury of doing. It’s a fairytale. After all, his parents were supposed to be a perfect example of what love should be like and look how they ended up. Yet despite it all, he always seems to find himself going back to you. You, who makes it so easy to love but he doesn’t deserve it. He refuses to believe he deserves it. He feels so horribly broken that it doesn’t make sense why you would love him, or why he deserves to love you. 

It takes Spencer another three months to actually properly come to terms with the fact that he’s in love with you. He’s spent most of his free time attending Narcotic Anonymous groups upon your insistence and he hates to admit that it helps. He didn’t think they would at first, despite the swirling statistics of their effectiveness but he figures that it wouldn’t hurt. The other times when he’s not doing something drug related, therapy related or work related, he’s with you. Your apartment is almost like a second home to him and you’d given him your spare key (he went home with a ridiculous grin on his face and had to chug several cups of water to calm himself down). 

Since your leaving the BAU, he’s left a series of trinkets on his desk that remind him of you. A little ceramic blue bird beside the animal skull models. It’s no bigger than his pinky finger and when he asked you why you gifted it to him, you told him that it represents hope and renewal. He thinks he needs a lot of that.

In the first drawer of his desk is a framed picture of you and him at a Doctor Who convention with him dressed up as the Tenth Doctor and you in all blue in an attempt to dress up as TARDIS. It was a fun and silly day but it was enjoyable and that was what mattered. After a series of unfortunate events, Derek happened across the photo, claiming that there was no platonic explanation for it. 

(“Care to explain this?” He had asked, holding the frame with a grin on his face. He was looking into Spencer’s desk for a specific file on the Benson murders, only to be met with a very familiar face.

Spencer immediately lunged for the photograph, grabbing it and securing it back in his desk with a heavy slam. “Don’t.”

Derek put his hands up in mock surrender, although his eyes were sympathetic. “There’s nothing platonic about that, kid.”

He huffed in response, rubbing at his eyes and taking a seat at his desk. “I know.”)

The first time he came to terms with the fact that he actually wanted to be with you was after a specific realisation. Some cases are harder than others. It’s a given; some cases are just more difficult to deal with and therefore harder to compartmentalise. Each person is different, especially when you factor in trauma. Derek struggles when pedophilia is involved, and JJ finds suicide cases the worst. Hotch can barely function properly when children are targeted, and Emily hides behind a mask so effortlessly that the most mundane things can get to her. After a period of thought, Spencer realises what he struggles to deal with: bullying.  

“You should have– you should have heard what they were saying!” Spencer insists, pacing his living room floor while throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. 

He had just returned home from a case in West Bune, Texas, and it was probably one of the most difficult cases he had to go through. The UnSub was a teenager named Owen and after a very tense confrontation with him outside the police department, he was taken into custody. The entire nature of the case irked him. So many deaths could have been prevented if people just did something but now a boy is in custody with a body count nearing the double digits. 

“They didn’t even try to deal with the bullying,” he continues, running his fingers through his now long hair. He can’t bring himself to get it cut; especially not after the incident with Hankel some moons ago. 

You don’t say anything, sitting on his couch and sipping your tea, your eyes trained on the way he paces back and forth. 

“People are dead because of them. I’m not saying that they didn’t deserve it because they did, but something should have changed.” His words are harsh as he continues to walk, clenching and unclenching his hands. 

“You can’t change anything about it now,” You say gently, your gaze shifting from his hands to his arms to his face. “What’s done is done. All we can do is hope that the school board learns from their mistakes.”

“But they don’t!” He exclaims, turning to face you. He swallows thickly before sighing, slumping into the seat beside you and pressing himself into his side. “It’s just so… frustrating. They never learn.”

You nod, running your fingers through the knots in his hair. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“That could have been me,” he says quietly, burying his face into the palms of his hands. He presses the pads of his fingers into the corners of his eyes, stars dotting his vision.

“But it’s not,” you say firmly. “You’re a good person, Spencer. You’re saving people and putting the bad guys away. That’s a far cry away from being an UnSub.”

You’re looking at him now and he tilts his head to meet your gaze. You’re so close to him and Spencer can hear his heart pounding in his ears. 

Kiss her.

The words that enter Spencer’s mind are enough to give him whiplash and he pulls away, pretending that he doesn’t see the hurt in your eyes when he does. 

What?

“Are you okay?” You ask, frowning up at him. 

“Yeah,” he murmurs, trying to shake the thoughts from his mind. He offers a smile. “I’m okay.”

*** 

“Emily doesn’t blame you, you know.”

The words hang in the air as you sit on the floor of your bedroom, the thundering storm pounding against your windows. Spencer shrugs, sitting next to you. The power is out across Washington and the flickering of candles helps to light up the room. Spencer fiddles with the rug on the floor and your brows knit together. 

“Walter.”

“I know.” He buries his face in his hands and lets out a groan. “I know, I know. It’s not my fault. It just feels like it, you know? We knew that it was a cult but we didn’t know that it was… that bad. God, angel, you should have seen her. She was beat up and everything and it feels like I could have done something.”

“You’re too hard on yourself,” you chastise, brushing your shoulder against his for a moment. “You really need to take better care of yourself.”

He doesn’t respond, simply moving so that he’s lying down on the rug in your room. It’s a soft tufted rug that goes from a dark purple in the middle to white around the edges. It’s one of his favourite rugs in the world. You’re sitting cross legged beside him, leaning against the bed. The soft glow of the candles illuminate your face and you truly look like an angel in this light. 

He just came back from a case in La Plata County in Colorado and he was ordered to take a week off by Hotch to deal with the traumatics of the case. What started out as an undercover investigation in an underground cult led to a gun fight and a bombing, all while Spencer and Emily were inside the compound. The way Emily looked so in pain after the whole ordeal would haunt him forever; the black eye she suffered from, the bruising to her chest… he doesn’t even want to think about the rest of the things that could have happened. 

“Stop.”

Your voice pulls him from his thoughts and he sucks in a breath.

“I didn’t do anything,” he says meekly, playing with the rug underneath him.

“It’s not your fault.” You smile at him before hitting him lightly with one of your pillows. “Stop that.”

He laughs loudly, grunting a little from the impact of the pillow colliding with his face. “Hey!”

You grin teasingly and hit him again with the pillow. He retaliates quickly, gripping the pillow and trying to tug it out of your hands. Your grip is a lot stronger than he thought it was and his tug sends you flying towards him, a shriek leaving your lips as your forehead bounces off his. 

A hiss of pain leaves your lips but you’re laughing as you clutch your forehead. “Spencer what the hell?!”

“I’m sorry!” He says, not really meaning it, and rubbing at his head. He’s laughing along, his cheeks warm as he smiles up at you. His hands move to your face, one to your cheek and the other to brush the hair on your forehead to the side. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You laugh again, smiling a brilliantly beautiful toothy smile. The candlelight dances in your eyes with a warm orange light as you do. “Are you?”

His gaze meets yours, watching the way you brush a strand of hair behind your ear and the way your eyes crinkles when you smile. He watches the way you lean against the side of the bed, tilting your head back with your eyes closed. God. He swears you’re trying to kill him.

“Spencer?” You ask with a soft chuckle, and the sound is so pretty that he doesn’t mind the fact that you find amusement at his expense. “Are you okay?”

He nods, his throat dry and his cheeks hot. He blames the candles. 

*** 

The couch is never comfortable. You are well aware that the couch feels strangely lumpy and you’re pretty sure one of the springs is broken but for some reason you keep insisting to take it whenever you stay at Spencer’s apartment. The blanket he lets you use is thick and cosy to make up for it and the pillow is always fluffed. 

“Good morning.”

Spencer’s voice is raspy with early morning vocal fry and it makes your heart lurch in your throat. 

“Morning,” you murmur, eyes still closed in an attempt to calm yourself down. Maybe if you don’t see him you won’t embarrass yourself.

“Still tired?” He asks, and you hear him start the coffee machine. There’s the sound of rustling in the background along with the flicking of a switch. Too many sounds for too early of a day.

“Mm.”

He chuckles, deep and rumbling, before sipping some water. “Yesterday was fun.”

Yesterday involved fourteen hours of watching Doctor Who and passing half way through the nineteenth episode after stuffing yourself full of junk food. Yesterday involved passing out on Spencer, forcing him to move you to the couch and into a position that wasn’t going to destroy your neck. Yesterday involved the most platonic and innocent activities known to Earth, despite the way his words insinuated something entirely differently. 

“You fell asleep before the best part,” he says, pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

“You could have watched without me.”

He shakes his head as he stirs the sugar. “That wouldn’t have been right.”

A hum leaves your lips as you get up from the couch, stretching your arms and making your way over to him from behind the kitchen island. You’re wearing one of his old Doctor Who t-shirts that he let you keep, the sleeves reaching just past your elbows. Your hair is a mess and your eyes are half closed but you look so…

Cute. Seeing you in his shirt drives him wild. There’s something possessive about it and for a second he feels gross. He feels like he’s taking advantage of you but he’s obviously not; you’re the one who stole that shirt from him many moons ago and you’re the one who chose to wear it that day. Regardless, he can’t help but be transfixed as you walk around his kitchen like it’s your own home. Spencer’s eyes follow your figure as you pull open one of his cupboards and grab your mug (a really stupid avocado mug that’s bright green with a lid) before pouring some coffee into it. 

“You’ve been going to your NA meetings, right?” You ask him, sipping your drink.

He nods immediately, his gaze never leaving you. “Yeah. Once a week.”

“That’s good!” You tell him, the caffeine slowly beginning to wake you up. “That’s really good, Walter.”

He smiles at you, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “Thank you.”

For a few moments, all he can think about is you. Your hair smells like your special vanilla shampoo that Penelope got you hooked on and your skin smells like lavender and orange blossom. He remembers JJ giving you a sample in the office and you went and ordered a whole bottle during your lunch break right after. The compliments you got that day were like no other, and he remembers the way your eyes would light up every single time someone commented on the perfume, as well as the way you would excitedly talk about the different notes. Now, whenever he smells lavender or oranges he thinks of you. He doesn’t think it’s a problem in the slightest.

You sip your coffee again, the sound of the toaster dinging in the background, accompanied by the thick smell of char. In an instant, Spencer jolts from his place and places two very burnt slices of toast onto the plate, his nose scrunching up in frustration. 

“I was gonna make you breakfast,” he tells you lamely. “I think we should get croissants.”

You laugh, dumping the pieces of toast into the bin and nod. “I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all day.”

*** 

The rare occasion when Spencer drives is when you’re not fit to. He picks you up at two in the morning at a bar and you’re sitting in his passenger seat. Your hair has a few tangles here and there and you’re wearing the prettiest purple dress. 

“You really didn’t have to pick me up,” you tell him tiredly, rubbing at your eyes. “I could have gotten a taxi.”

Spencer rolls his eyes, leaning over the console to buckle in your seatbelt. “You called me, I’m here. I’m not going to let you get into a stranger’s car when you’re drunk.”

 “I’m not drunk!” You protest, your head leaning against the car door. “I had one drink.”

“Which can lead to a blood alcohol level of 0.01 to 0.03,” Spencer says, shooting you a smile. “I’d rather not risk it, angel.”

You groan and lean back on the chair. “I swear I’m fine.”

“Why didn’t your friends take you home?” He asks, starting the ignition. “Didn’t you say you were going to hitch a ride with them?”

A hum leaves your lips and you nod. “That was the plan. But one of the designated drivers couldn’t come last minute and the car wasn’t big enough.”

Spencer frowns, backing out of the driveway. “How long were you waiting outside of the bar?”

“Um…” your brows furrow as you think of the answer and you fiddle with the hem of your skirt. “Ten minutes?”

“(Y/N).”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think it would have been that long,” you huff, rubbing at your eyes. “I promise I was careful.”

Spencer shoots you a frustrated look, sipping at his lukewarm takeaway cup of filtered coffee but keeping his eyes on the road. “You should have called me sooner.”

“I felt bad,” you respond sheepishly, offering him a guilty smile.

Spencer hums, running a hand through his hair. He hasn’t had the time to get it cut so for the time being it’s left slicked back and out of his eyes. He’s wearing his glasses now, too, because he didn’t have the time to put in his contacts. He looks a lot better than he did eight months ago, and he feels it, too. The white t-shirt he’s wearing is filled a little better now that he’s gained a little weight. Happy weight you had told him, pinching at his sides, it means you’re healing.

“Can you pull over?”

Your voice comes out small and Spencer snaps his head to look in your direction. “Yeah. Yeah, of course– hold on.”

He parks at a random McDonald’s on the side of the freeway and you immediately get out of the car and hurl in one of the bushes. He grimaces, getting out of the car to rub your back comfortingly.

“You okay?” He asks, continuing to rub circles on your back. He holds your hair away from your face, watches as your necklace dangles from your neck and catches the light from the 24/7 fast food place.

“... I might have had a little more than one drink.”

He can’t bring himself to get upset at you. Instead, Spencer just sighs and brandishes a bottle of water from the side pocket of his car. “Sip it slowly.”

You do as asked, taking small tentative sips of the cold water. He holds your hair in place, brushing a few strands away from your eyes and forehead. 

“This is exactly why I didn’t want you taking a taxi,” Spencer says with a hum, satisfied when you finish drinking half the bottle. “What if you threw up in their car?”

You groan, wiping a hand over your face. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know, angel,” he says sympathetically, lifting your chin with his index finger so that you’re looking at him. “I just worry. You should be able to rely on me, too, you know.”

“Okay,” you say through drunken stupor. “Didn’t mean to worry you, Walter.”

“I know,” he repeats softly, running his fingers through your hair. “Hey. Look up.”

You do, and you stare up at the sky. Stars dot and litter the navy sky, and if you squint you could see a faint blue star.

“That’s Venus,” he explains, gesturing to the little dot. He points to a smaller, redder light just below it. “That’s Mars.”

Even amidst the light pollution, the planets shine brightly. Your gaze is fixed upon the little planets and stars, enjoying the midsummer night’s breeze, the nausea you felt moments prior beginning to subside.

“Do you know what Venus represents?” Spencer asks softly, brushing his shoulder against yours, smiling when you shake your head. “Venus represents love and beauty in Roman mythology.”

You laugh, pressing your nose into his shoulder. “Do you believe that?”

“Scientifically? No,” he admits, “Venus is a planet. It doesn’t really represent anything but a giant ball of gas. But people place significance on insignificant things because it gives them meaning so I understand why they do it.”

It’s quiet for a little while, aside from the occasional sound of a car passing by and a cicada chirping. A cool breeze blows past but it’s more comforting than anything as the two of you sit on the hood of his car: an old 1965 Volvo Amazon in the colour blue horizon with paint chipping off at the inner fenders and bumper ends. He lets you sit on his jacket, your dress and legs protected from the dirty car bonnet. Your head is on his shoulder, your arms wrapped around his and you’ve traded your heels for a pair of Spencer’s spare mis-matched socks.

“(Y/N),” he whispers, rubbing his hand on your arm. “We should get you home.”

You nod, wiggling your toes in the socks. “Yeah.”

Spencer pauses and looks at you, watching as you yawn and hop off the car. He says your name again, chuckling a little bit when you look up at him a little dazed. The words get caught in his chest as he takes a tentative step closer to you. You’re so close. Just one small move. That’s all it would take… he dismisses the thoughts when he can smell the liquor on your skin. 

“You’re my best friend,” he says quietly after several moments of silence. 

You smile at him. “You’re my best friend, too.”

He drives you home that day with more regret than necessary. He wishes he kissed you. It would have made his life so much easier.

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[glove23]

oh my yorb buckle up adventurers I feel like I've cracked the case

so we are trying to figure out all this spus tongue business and what kalina was trying to tell people by saying RAGH BARKROCK and "it's the only name I can say" and as far as we can tell, the bad kids think that connection is Lydia and Bakur

me however 🤡 in my clown shoes

it's not an obvious connection so I think it makes sense for the outer circle of spy's tongue.

so this starts with fig and porter and Zara telling her Cassandra can't be who she's pledged to, that they don't fit her, and it made me think, well what other gods do either of them have a connection to besides their own patrons? zaras is a celestial and porter is an oath of the ancestors paladin...

and then I remembered how Kalina was spotted talking to Porter and Jace at the end of Freshman Year.

spotted by Ragh.

AND THEN EVERYTHING JUST SEEMED TO FALL INTO PLACE

A TIMELINE

FRESHMAN YEAR

• Ragh sees Kalina talking to Porter and Jace

SOPHOMORE YEAR

• Kalina learns Ragh saw her talking to Porter and Jace

• Kalina attacks Lydia Barkrock and kills her (clone) destroying their house in the process

JUNIOR YEAR

• Kalina says Ragh's name

• "It's the only name I can say."

• Spys Tongue Curse

• Connected just outside the circle

• Rage shards at destroyed Barkrock Residence

• Lydia having Bakur, a servent of Ankarna, this rage god, in her gem, someone Kalina is connected to and theoretically made this curse to prevent from speaking about

• Ragh saw Kalina talking to JACE and PORTER

so obviously I'm thinking either Porter or Jace is involved (probably both) with Kalina/Ankarna and so here's more reasoning

PORTER

- heavy emphasis that rage is the only way to be a barbarian

- oath of ancestors paladin "a commitment to those who came before you to carry on their ideals and wishes into the future"

- trying to keep gorgug from artificing

- telling fig she can't be Cassandra's paladin but doesn't give anyone else as a suggestion (and as many people have said, Ankarna is such fig bait)

- more interested in Fig this year because of Ankarna's curse on the armor of pride???

and then

JACE

- sorcery teacher, lots of free time

- makes maizie principal because he is less capable than a literal teenager?

- gives Riz a stipend for "keeping auegfort running"?

- didn't really do a whole lot when Grix was netting the whole student population?

- generally sus ?

stellar contribution from @puglebug

ANYWAYS I think Porter and/or Jace are very involved in all of this and Fig's theory that Porter is bad is gonna be proven right, now that's she started to like him, for maximum painful impact. thanks for coming to my riz talk like and subscr-

#fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #dimension 20 #d20 #fhjy spoilers #fhjy #spoilers #I FEEL LIKE IVE REALLY CRACKED THE CODE HERE #i just really dont know what theyre DOING skjshdjs #but its them its them #thank u #KDHAJDKASKAK

[marleysfinest]

you look so pretty...

nsfw eren x fem reader. minors dni. cw public foreplay/sex, mild dominance, eren being stroppy

word count 1.9k

obligatory tags to the eren babes @somelattes & @bloompompom

you stretch and rub the sleep from your eyes, pleased to see that the weather has improved since yesterday. eren stirs slowly beside you, eyes closed, but you know he's awake. before you have a chance to slip out of bed and head towards the shower, his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you in close.

"mornin'," he croaks, eyes still firmly closed as he clings on to sleep as firmly as he's clinging to you. "time is it? come back to sleep."

you stroke his forearm affectionately as you contemplate the attractive idea, but you know that you should get moving. you want to beat the crowds at the mall before it becomes unbearably busy, knowing that saturday shoppers bring out the worst in you.

"nine," you reply quietly, "c'mon, if you're coming with me then we should get up."

his hold on you tightens, pinning you square against him beneath the feathery sheets.

"d'you have to go?" he asks, his voice carrying a slight whine that you're all too familiar with, "let's just stay here. we've got the whole weekend."

you groan, wishing you could stay, but knowing that there was no way that you could squeeze another week out of your work shirts. you'd left it long enough; if you pushed your luck any further, then you risked an embarrassing incident that you knew for certain you didn't need. no, it had to be today. he tries his best to encourage you to stay, his fingers tracing your breasts and pinching your nipple, knowing it's usually a sure-fire way to get you in the mood, but you're taken by a strange sense of determination this morning.

"c'mon," you urge, tapping his arm so that he releases you, and you sit up on the edge of the bed, "sooner I go, sooner I'm back. you coming?"

eren looks up at you with hooded, scowling eyes, dark hair tangled against the cotton pillowcase, and heaves a sigh.

"fine," he succumbs, "go shower and get ready, I'll hop in after you."

eren reluctantly agrees to join you, thinking that spending time with you while shopping for clothes is better than no time at all. his grumpiness alleviates slightly when you offer to buy him coffee en route, and so you slip into the starbucks outside the mall before beginning your mission. you call up your orders - hazlenut latte for him, chai latte for you - and before long you're swiping up your orders from the barista at the end of the counter. you take a sip, savouring the richness, and eren does the same.

"good?" he asks, you nod, swallowing your mouthful of coffee.

"mine too," he adds, "although, I can't help but think you'd have enjoyed the taste of me better this morning..."

his voice trails off, making it no secret what he was insinuating. you slow your pace to glare at him, eyebrows raised, surprised at how he was being so forward even by his standards.

"we've got the whole weekend," you reply, deciding to throw his own words back at him, which has the desired affect. you just about hear the sigh of frustration escape his flaring nostrils, and you could've sworn that a quiet groan slipped from the back of his throat. feeling strangely pleased with yourself, you pick up your pace, heading inside the mall with your boyfriend in tow.

despite it still being relatively early, the stores are already packed with shoppers hungry for a deal. you elbow and rub shoulders with the public as you frantically search for your new work clothes, becoming more and more desperate to be at home with every passing minute. when you finally reach a section of zara that not only has a half-decent offering of shirts, but is quiet, you take the opportunity to relax the tension in your muscles and flick through the rails at a much more leisurely pace. after pulling some pieces to try on, you feel eren's presence behind you, boxing you in beside the secluded racks. before you have a chance to ask him what he's doing, you feel a cold hand rub against your thigh before riding up your skirt and grabbing a handful of your ass. you smirk as you realise the game that eren's playing, and as he repositions himself, he wraps his remaining arm around your waist, pinning you to him as the other slides his hand from your ass to the elastic of your panties. his fingers barely graze your lips as you suddenly feeling him pressed up against you, and you realise that he's really the one being tormented here.

"something wrong, baby?" you ask, your head lolling back to rest against his shoulder. he looks down at you, emerald eyes burning, the hunger in his expression more obvious than the nose on his face.

"nothin'," he replies, "just... trying to persuade you."

"here?"

"what? we're alone."

there's conviction in his statement, and you realise that he genuinely believes what he's insinuating. you know that, if you gave him the word, he'd fuck you right there against the rails, but having sex at the risk of being seen by not only fellow shoppers but the numerous security cameras surrounding them was not on your to-do list.

"c'mon," you say gently, breaking him out of his daydream, "I need to go and try this stuff on. come with me? I want your opinion."

you take your head off of his shoulder and peel yourself away from his hold, albeit reluctantly. after quickly scanning for the changing rooms, you take one of eren's hands in yours and pull him after you, your fingers limply entwined. if you sense him slow his pace to observe the swaying of your hips (which perhaps you're doing deliberately), then you're sure it's pure coincidence.

he takes a seat on the little stool outside of your cubicle , and as you close the door with a smile, you can't help but notice the pained look on his face and the hunger in his eyes. after sliding the lock across, you slip off your t-shirt and pull on the silky, candy-floss blouse and carefully do up the buttons. you like it; it feels nice against your skin, and fits well, but you want a second opinion. you open the cubicle door to see eren scrolling absentmindedly on his phone, although not for much longer. he looks up to see you striking a deliberately over the top pose, and there's a swell of butterflies in your stomach. you giggle and await his response, noting the almost predatory way he's looking at you as he tucks his phone back into his pocket.

"let me take a closer look," he mumbles, sighing as he gets to his feet and joins you in the cubicle.

once the door is locked once again, eren keenly inspects the shirt. his eyes wander from where it hugs your waist and up to where it gently enhances your breasts, looking progressively unconvinced.

"I don't like it," he says frankly, finally meeting your gaze. "take it off."

you huff a sigh, and slowly begin to undo the buttons from top to bottom, pretending to fumble to see just how much you can rile him. after just two buttons, eren quietly growls and reaches for you in an almost angry frenzy. you're taken aback, but don't mind as long as he doesn't rip off any buttons. he pushes the blouse off of your shoulders, exposing your chest and lacy bra, bringing himself closer to getting exactly what he wants. he takes two handfuls of your breasts and begins to massage them, leaning in to smother himself in them, kissing and licking, knowing how it always gets you going. as your head falls back, you can't help but smile.

"someone's desperate," you tease. he looks at you intensely, and you pretend to ignore the sound of him undoing his belt buckle.

"someone is being a little brat," he retorts, "take it off."

you oblige, realising that, despite achieving some privacy in the changing room, you are still technically in public, and drawing attention to yourselves wouldn't be the wisest choice. you also knew that eren wasn't above causing a ruckus to get what he wanted. you slip the blouse off, letting it fall carelessly to the floor, and succumb to your boyfriend's somewhat feral urges. he hooks his hands around your thighs and forces you to wrap your legs around him, and pins you to the changing room wall. his lips are all over your neck and collarbone, licking and sucking and leaving trails of faint love bites that you'd need to cover with concealer on monday morning. you feel him pressed between your legs, and you realise that you hadn't even noticed him slip his boxers down to his ankles, and so when he slips your panties to one side and slides in with ease, it takes you by surprise. you suck in the air through your teeth as you're forced to adjust, the sound of your breath making him twitch.

"isn't this what you wanted?" he asks, purring into your ear, "isn't this what you've been teasing me about all day long?"

you smile as you cling to him, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and gripping on to his t-shirt. he begins to thrust in and out painfully slowly, drawing out quiet but heavy sighs from you each time his pelvis meets yours. your head lolls back against the wall, and despite your eyelids falling heavily through pleasure, you know that eren is looking at you in this state of risky euphoria. you feel his grip on your thighs tighten, pulling you closer together, and burying himself as deep as he can go. you bite back a groan, knowing that he's trying to get a rise out of you, and force out a giggle instead.

"c'mon, you can do better than that," he mutters, suddenly serious as he starts to move his hips again, faster this time. "you're the one that wanted me to come with you. show me what we could've been doing at home all this time. properly."

for a split second you consider it, going all out and letting your inhibitions go so that the entire store would know what you were up to. you even considered whether you liked the place enough to care about inevitably being banned from it, but you still had some of your wits about you. deciding not to fuel his fire any further, you remain silent as you tighten your legs around him, forcing him to bury himself deeper. he throws his head back and groans at the feeling, hitting your deepest part again and again and relishing in the slick building up around him. you let a few choice whimpers escape - louder than you'd wanted - and you both failed to consider anyone who might have been around when you came. eren breaths heavily into the crook of your neck, barely masking his moans as he throbbed inside you, and the two of you stand for a moment while you regain some clarity.

with an always surprisingly gentle hand, eren helps clean you up and get dressed. he carries the clothes you need to return to the rack, saving you the job, and you both walk out of the little changing room with warm cheeks and smiles on your faces.

that was, until you see the security guard standing at the entrance, glaring at you both with the store's suited manager at his side.

#remember when I said 'I don't fuck w the jaegers' #HAHAHAHAHAHA #this is it I have nothing left #I am a husk #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren x y/n #eren jaeger smut #attack on titan #aot #snk

[betterthanburrow]

White Party - Instagram AU

(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x Fashion Model! OC)

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yourinstagram: i love a white party 🤍

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yourmama: my beautiful girl!

username1: 😍😍😍

username2: Burrow is a lucky man

username3: it’s no wonder that you’re a model!

joeyb_9: i love a white party too!

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BurrowSource: Joe Burrow with Donovan Mitchell at Michael Rubin’s 4th of July Party!

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username1: the fact Joe attended a white party but he still kept those colorful rubber band on his wrist…

username2: these men are so fine 🤤🥵

username3: i don’t know how to feel about the outfit?!

username4: my favorite basetball player and my favorite football player in a photo together… i won!

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joeyb_9: Had the basketball versus football convo too many times

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grantwill2: We can really set it up 😂

username1: THAT’S MY QB!

username2: i think Joey B would be a great basketball player for some reason

↳ username3: you’ll be surprised to learn that Joe played basketball in high school!

yourinstagram: i bet those were some real interesting conversations 👀

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BenGALSStyle: @.joeyb_9 | July 3, 2023 |

Wearing: Zara Men’s Crochet Shirt (Sold Out)

Zara Men’s Crochet Shorts (ON SALE $35.99)

Amazon Jersey Tank ($15.99)

Saint Laurent amid-Top Sneakers $895

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username1: HE WORE A ZARA CROCHET SET?!

username2: someone get Joe Burrow a stylist NOW!

username3: the zara fit and amazon tank 💀

username4: joe’s fashion choices scare me sometimes

username5: how is Joey B dating a FASHION MODEL yet he doesn’t know how to dress himself appropriately for events and celebrity parties 😳😭

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michaelrubin: A literal movie - white party 2023 recap

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joeyb_9: it was a fun night!

username1: only man that can invite everyone to a party and they all show up 😂🔥

username2: if you are a celeb and not invited to this party… i think it can really put you into depression 😵‍💫

yourinstagram: same time next year?! 🤍

Author’s Note:

according to Google, today is Flag Day so it makes sense that an Instagram AU inspired by Michael Rubin’s 4th Of July Party is published!

if you want to request an Instagram AU, send the IG AU request to my Inbox and i will try to get the Instagram AU request published as soon as i can.

thank you all for the love and support! 🤍

#Joe Burrow #NFL #CFB #LSU Tigers #Cincinnati Bengals #Joe Burrow Fanfiction #Joe Burrow Fanfic #Joe Burrow Fic #Joe Burrow x Reader #Joe Burrow x OC #Joe Burrow x Y/N #Joe Burrow Instagram #Joe Burrow Instagram AU #NFL Fanfiction #NFL Instagram AU #Instagram AU

[unsolded]

𝚃𝙰𝙳𝙲 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃

𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿(𝚜): 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐱 Pᴏᴍɴɪ, ᒍᗩ᙭ 𝗑 ℝ𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕒 𝚊𝚗𝚍

Ｚｏｏ ｂｌｅ ｘ 𝒢𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓁ℯ

𝙰𝚄: Human

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The cast of the digital circus has found an exit deep inside of the circuses code. Not knowing that without that code, hackers and all different viruses and bugs can know enter the circus anytime. Caine, just figuring this out tries to hurry everyone away. But, Pomni, who doesn’t want Caine to be alone in the circus asks him to join them. Caine says he doesn’t think he could as he is an AI and is made of different pixels. Pomni, who isn’t taking no for an answer shoved Caine through the door, along with are boy bubble. And everyone runs through leaving the digital circus to be destroyed by the viruses, bugs and hackers to destroy it.

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Caine gasps as he looks around to see he’s in a small white bland cubical. He’s in the real world, with Bubble. But, where is everyone else?

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Everyone wakes up from their escape and find they are in the C&A storage room on the top floor and can’t get the lift to go down to work and the stairs are busted and broken down. While everyone is cheering that they have finally got out of that place, they are also scared as they are stuck on the top floor of an abandoned 90’s building of their old work place. Also, Caine and Bubble are missing. Either Caine and Bubble didn’t make it through or they have been teleported to a different part of the building. Can they all get out of the building in time? In time for what you ask? Well, the construction for the building to be demolished into rubble…

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I have tweaked their ages a bit but only so it made sense how they all worked in C&A, except for Bubble. They are as followed:

•Ragatha - 30

• Pomni - 25

• Gangle - 26

• Zooble - 25 (Used to be 22)

• Jax - 25 (Used to be 22)

• Kinger - 48

• Caine - 27 (Didn’t have an age before)

• Bubble - 10 (Didn’t have an age before)

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Their jobs in C&A. Also, I thought of C&A as a Game Developing Company (The C part) and Networking Company (The A part):

[The C’ part of C&A]

•Caine - Animator

•Gangle - Graphic Designer

•Jax - Game Developer

•Zooble - Game Tester

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[The A’ part of C&A]

•Ragatha - Network analyst

•Pomni - Cloud architecture

•Kinger - CEO of Networking

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Real Life Names (Nickname) + Genders + Nationality:

•Ragatha=Agatha(Aggie)Ranger-Female-She/Her- 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿/🇵🇱

• Pomni = Polly Flex-Grantor - Female-She/Her- 🇰🇷/🇺🇸

• Jax = Jackson (Jax) Xeon - Male-He/Him- 🇺🇸/🇩🇪

• Zooble = Zara Charlie - Non-Binary-They/Them- 🇲🇽

•Gangle=Gabriela (Gabi) Linton-Female-She/Her- 🇫🇷

• Kinger = Keith Scotts - Male-He/Him-🇬🇧/🇷🇺

• Caine = Caine Dentó - Male-He/Him- 🇺🇸

• Bubble = Ben Dentó - Male-He/Him- 🇺🇸/🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

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This is just a prompt for anyone who is struggling with ideas for books they want to write. No need to add credit this is just for fun for me.

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Also! These are the photos I’m using as reference for what they look like (IN MY OPINION). Also, pictures were made by deduukk on Pinterest.

Caine and bubble… when I tried finding one for Caine all I got was Caine as a human, but with eyeballs in his mouth… and bubble is impossible! So, on Ao3 someone has already made a pretty good drawing of what Caine and Bubble will look like. The book is:

#bunnydoll #tadc #tadc caine #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #tadc kinger #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #tadc bubble #tadc showtime #gangle x zooble #ragatha x jax #pomni x caine #the amazing digital circus #writer prompts #prompt

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Quitting Time

Pairing: Nick Amaro x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 590

Summary: After a long day at work, you convince Nick to go home but only if he can walk you to the bar.

Warnings: None

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Gif is not mine. Credit to owner.

It had been a long two weeks, cases piling high and working more overtime than you could ever imagine. Thankfully, the cases had been closed and court was done.

Wrapping up your final piece of paperwork, you tossed your pen down and scooped up your purse from under your desk. You stood and gabbed your coat from the back of your chair, pushing your chair in when done. Your eyes scanned the squad room, finally landing on your partner and friend — Nick Amaro. He was still hunched over his case reports, scribbling down his notes and filling in the detailed information from what he witnessed.

“You should go home, it’s late.” You stopped next to his desk and patted his shoulder. “You can finish this in the morning.” You reached for his pen but Nick dropped it on the papers. He sighed and turned around to look at you. He knew arguing with you wasn’t going to work because frankly, he was beyond exhausted. Everyone was. Hence why they were all at their homes, most likely in bed.

“I just have one more section to finish then I’ll go home.” He says but you don’t believe him. Nick’s always been so into his work, his emotions always leading him in every case, especially those with children involved. With a young daughter, Nick often times struggled to refrain from thinking of Zara during cases with young girls and you completely understood. You always had to reel him back in, to get him to focus on the situation at hand and remind him Zara was safe.

“No. I know you. You’ll stay here all night and that’s not helping anyone so go home, maybe you’ll make in time to tuck Zara in.” You did your best to entice him into leaving the precinct. “Besides, I’m heading over to the bar for a much needed drink then off to bed.” You informed him of your plans for the rest of the night.

Concern flooded Nick’s face. “Alone?” He questioned. If Nick was anything, it was protective of those he cared about and you were no exception. You just nodded in response. There were several other officers that frequented that same bar so you weren’t too concerned about anything happening plus you were capable of protecting yourself. “I’ll walk you to the bar.” Nick stated, leaving no room for arguments.

You just shook your head. “Why? Think I’ll get lost?” You teased, gently elbowing him as he stood from his desk chair and grabbed his jacket.

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.” Nick looked you in the eyes and you could see the worry in them. You’ve had a few guys catcall you and shout obscenities at you a couple times before when you would walk alone. Nick always worried they’d do more than that one day, maybe approaching you or grabbing at you as you passed by. Yes, it made you uncomfortable but you didn’t sense an imminent danger from the men.

“Alright, but only if you go home afterwards.” You stressed as the pair of you exited the door and started down the hall to the elevator.

Nick caught the look of determination in your eyes. It had been a long night on top of a long two weeks so he wasn’t in the mood for arguing with you. “Yes, ma’am.” Nick nodded, grinning as he watched you roll your eyes at him. He knew you loved teasing him and he loved dishing it back.

#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro imagine #law and order svu #law and order: special victims unit #law and order svu imagines #law and order: svu imagines #law and order: svu #svu

[straykidzwifey]

Unexpected Encounters

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Pairing: Bang Chan X OC

Warnings: none

Summary: An unexpected encounter happens when Zena Allen runs into Felix a member of Stray Kids, her all time favorite Kpop group. He invites her to their concert later that night where she meet Bang Chan. Will there encounter spark a relationship or will she forever be just a fan.

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Chapter 5: Table Talk

Zena's POV ------------------------------

A loud huff escaped my lips as I skimmed through the virtual paperwork, my blue light glasses perched on my nose to ease the strain of staring at a screen. As if sensing my annoyance, Zara let out a long, exaggerated sigh from her swivel chair next to me. I turned my head to see her spinning aimlessly, clearly bored out of her mind. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in perfect ringlets, a stark contrast to my messy space buns.

For what felt like the hundredth time in the past half hour, Zara's impatience bubbled over and she asked again, "When are we leaving?"

Suppressing a sigh, I hit the "submit" button on my computer and turned to face her. She was sitting upright in her chair, her body taut with anticipation.

"I already told you," I said through gritted teeth, frustration lacing my voice, "I needed to come into the office before the guys pick us up."

The only sounds in the empty office were the soft clicks of my keyboard as I finished up some last-minute tasks and Zara's incessant tapping on her phone screen. My own urgency to leave grew with each passing minute. I had promised my father that I would take care of the usual paperwork and then spend the day showing the boys around town.

Zara peeked at me from the corner of her eye before finally lifting her head to look at me fully. "I know. I just didn't think time would pass so slowly," she whined, her impatience evident in every word. Despite myself, I smiled at her dramatics and turned back to my computer.

"I'm honestly surprised you wanted to come with me," I remarked casually, trying not to let my amusement show too much.

With a grimace and an eye roll, she retorted, "I may not be a fan of K-pop, but I'll take any excuse to escape chores at home and have some fun in town. Plus, who knows? Maybe I'll make some new friends."

I glanced at the time on my computer screen, "Well, you're in luck. They should be arriving any moment now. And I just finished sending off my last report," I said with a sense of relief.

Last night, after returning home late from the restaurant, my sister- who was barely awake- asked me how it went. Not wanting to keep her up for too long, as she looked like she could pass out at any moment, I gave her a brief summary of the evening's events. When I mentioned that I would be showing the guys around town for the week, she perked up and became suddenly interested. In amusement, I asked if she wanted to join us, knowing she had the next day off. To my surprise and not-so-surprise, she eagerly agreed, stating that exploring with us sounded much more appealing than doing chores.

My mind was suddenly pulled back to reality by the familiar buzz of my phone. I glanced down at the screen to see a text from Chan, saying they had arrived outside. "Looks like our ride is here, Zara," I announced, rising from my seat and removing my glasses. She sprang up eagerly, snatching her purse and whispering a relieved "finally." The excitement in her voice was evident as we made our way towards the door, eager to start our day of fun.

Stepping out into the crisp morning air, we were greeted by two sleek black SUV's stationed in front of the building. A rush of excitement filled me as I turned back to lock the office for the time being. Zara and I made our way towards the vehicles, eager to begin our journey. One of the drivers emerged from their door, revealing a familiar face - Veronica.

"Good morning, Zena," she greeted with a warm smile.

"Morning, Veronica! Did you manage to get the tickets?" I asked eagerly.

She nodded, her smile growing wider as she reassured me that everything was ready just as we had discussed over the phone last night. With a smile, she opened the door for us and we climbed into the spacious interior. I settled into the passenger seat while Zara took her place in the bucket seat behind mine. As I strapped on my seatbelt, I turned around to greet our companions for the day.

"Morning, guys! Did you all sleep well?" My words were met with a chorus of responses ranging from "yes" to "kind of". I couldn't help but notice that Chan, Felix, Changbin, and Hyunjin were the only ones present in this particular SUV. Glancing towards the other vehicle, I realized that the rest of our group must be riding in it.

With a small nod of recognition, I turned to Felix. "I know you already know her, but for those who may be wondering who this mysterious girl is that just hopped in the car with us, allow me to introduce my sister, Zara," I announced with a slight flourish of my hand. Zara greeted everyone with a friendly wave and a bright smile, saying a quick 'hey' to each person. Felix responded with a warm "nice to see you again" while the others offered variations of "hello", "hi", or "nice to meet you". The atmosphere in the car was filled with warmth and acceptance, as if Zara had been with me last night.

Hyunjin's voice broke the silence of the car as he leaned forward from the backseat. "So, what's on the agenda for today?" I couldn't help but grin mischievously, my plans already set in motion. Veronica revved the engine and we were off.

"Well," I drawled out, relishing in their anticipation, "first stop is lunch at Whiskey Cake. And as for our afternoon activity...that's for me to know and you to find out." The groans that followed only made me smile wider. Zara and Veronica joined in with giggles of their own.

"I'm just glad I get to spend this drive with all of you instead of Jisung," I chuckled, wiping away invisible sweat from my brow. We all knew how persistent Jisung could be when it came to prying information out of people. As if on cue, Changbin mumbled from the back seat, "Where's Jisung when you actually need him?"

I shook my head with a laugh and turned to Veronica. "Is the aux Bluetooth or do I need to plug it in?" With a smile, she explained that it was Bluetooth, and I promptly connected my sister's phone. She always took control of the music in my car, so it had become a habit to let her.

She scrolled through her playlist, contemplating what to play. The car was filled with an excited buzz, and the anticipation for the day's adventures was thick. As the first few notes of a catchy pop tune filled the air, Zara couldn't help but join in on the infectious energy radiating from the others.

The highway stretched out endlessly ahead, bordered by towering buildings that mirrored the modernity of the music blaring from our car's speakers. The wind whipped through our hair, providing relief from the scorching Texas heat.

As we cruised down the well-known road, my eyes couldn't help but steal glances at Chan. His gaze was fixed on the passing scenery, a serene smile playing at his lips. I then turned to Zara and caught her giving me a knowing look. With a subtle thumbs up, she mouthed "he's cute" which had me blushing furiously.

My mind was a flurry of thoughts and reflections on everything that had transpired thus far, as we finally arrived at the restaurant. The car doors slid open with a satisfying click, and we all emerged from the vehicle, stretching after the long ride. I couldn't help but smile as the other guys climbed out of their own SUV and joined us. Each one received a warm welcome from me, just as I had greeted the others before, and I introduced them to Zara with genuine enthusiasm. After exchanging greetings, we began our walk towards the impressive building in front of us.

As soon as we stepped inside the charming Whisky Cake Restaurant, the delicious scent of freshly baked bread enveloped us. The sound of glasses clinking, and lively chatter filled the air, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The hostess greeted us with a genuine smile, leading us to a spacious table near the window. Sunlight spilled in, casting a gentle glow on our faces and illuminating the rustic wooden beams that adorned the ceiling.

I took my seat at the table as Zara sat across from me, laughing at one of Minho's jokes. They had been getting along well so far much to my surprise. On either side of Zara, Felix and Minho chatted animatedly. Jisung sat next to me, his dimpled smile lighting up his face as he caught my eye.

Just as I was settling in, I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Chan taking the seat next to me. My heart skipped a beat as I smiled back at his cheesy grin, the one that always made his eyes crinkle into crescent moons. The small touch of his hand sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach, but it was nothing compared to the pounding of my heart at his presence. I couldn't help but wonder if everyone in the restaurant could hear it too.

Time seemed to slow down as Chan settled into the chair beside me. The familiar warmth of his presence enveloped me, and I couldn't help but steal a glance at him from the corner of my eye. His tousled hair, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, everything about him made my heart race.

As we looked over the menu, our conversation flowed effortlessly. Laughter mingled with the clinking of silverware and the hum of conversation around us. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, being here with the boys.

"Hey, Zena," Chan's voice broke through my thoughts, capturing my attention. "What are you going to order?"

I scanned the menu in front of me, trying to focus on the options laid out before me. But with Chan's arm casually draped behind my chair and his knee repeatedly brushing against mine under the table, it was difficult to concentrate. Frustrated, I quickly blurted out the first thing that caught my eye, hoping to break the tension and alleviate my nerves.

"I think I'll go with the rustic burger," I announced, lifting my head to meet Chan's gaze. A slight mistake, as he had been leaning in close behind me to look at the menu as well, and now his face was mere inches from mine, his deep golden-brown eyes locking on to mine.

Caught off guard, I couldn't help but get lost in the intensity of his gaze. It was like an electric shock that coursed through my veins, freezing me in time and space. Everything around us faded away into a blur, leaving only Chan's piercing eyes locked with mine. My heart began to race, pounding in my chest like a tribal drum, as a rush of emotions overwhelmed me.

His lips curled up into a knowing smile, and he leaned in even closer, his warm breath tickling my skin. "Rustic burger sounds great," he spoke softly, sending shivers down my spine.

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, turning them a deep shade of crimson. I looked away for a moment, trying to regain some semblance of composure. The sound of laughter and conversation from our friends at the table brought me back to reality. Taking a deep breath, I turned back to him with a playful smile.

"You know," I began teasingly, trying to regain my confidence, "you seem awfully interested in my choice of food."

He chuckled, his laughter filling the space between us like music notes dancing in the air. "Well, I can't help it," he replied, his voice laced with amusement. "I've always been curious about your taste."

I raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "Oh really? And what do you think my taste in food says about me then?"

He leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful yet still full of playfulness. "Hmm, let's see," he mused, tapping his chin playfully. "I'd say you're someone who appreciates simplicity yet craves a burst of flavor. You're not afraid to try new things, but you also have a deep appreciation for classics."

I couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a warmth spread through me. He had effortlessly summed up my relationship with food, but it also felt like he had captured something deeper about me as a person.

"You know me too well," I admitted, my tone filled with both surprise and admiration. "But I wasn't always like this."

With surprise, he raised his eyebrows in curiosity, "Oh, really?".

I hummed in a yes manner, "I used to be that kid who was super picky on what I ate, only sticking to safe and familiar foods. But as time went on, I grew tired of missing out on new and delicious experiences."

"My fear of trying new things even extended to fun activities. For the longest time, I adamantly refused to ride roller coasters, too afraid to let go and enjoy the thrill. However, during a vacation with my cousins to Disney World, something inside me shifted. Maybe it was the infectious joy and excitement around me, or maybe I was just tired of constantly holding back from new experiences." In that moment of vulnerability, I shared this realization with him.

Chan listened intently, his eyes locked on mine, and a gentle smile played on his lips. It was as if he understood the significance of my words, the underlying message that went beyond my fear of roller coasters.

"I think there comes a point in everyone's life when they realize that holding back from new experiences only limits their growth," he replied softly, his voice filled with empathy. "And it takes courage to embrace the unknown, to let go of our fears and allow ourselves to be vulnerable."

His words resonated deep within me. It was as if he saw through the layers, I had carefully constructed around myself, exposing my insecurities and doubts. But instead of feeling exposed, I felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and acceptance in his presence.

"You're right," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "It took me a while to learn that lesson, but I'm glad I did. Life is too short to hold back."

His warm, calloused hand reached out to cover mine underneath the wooden table, his touch sending a surge of electricity through my body. I smiled at him, feeling grateful for his kind words.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to speak, my sister kicked me forcefully under the table. I winced and glanced at her, catching her 'what the heck is going on' expression. Her interruption jolted me back to reality.

Clearing my throat, I gently removed my hand from his and replied, "Enough about me. What about you? Have you decided what you're going to get?" My voice was soft, almost hesitant, giving away the internal turmoil that his touch had stirred within me.

Chan smiled, understanding the unspoken message behind my sudden shift in tone. He released a small sigh, as if reluctantly letting go of the connection we had just established..

"I think I'll go with the steak," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of disappointment.

I nodded, silently acknowledging the shared disappointment. We both knew that our conversation had taken an unexpected turn, one that couldn't be explored further in that moment. But there was a flicker of determination in Chan's eyes, as if he was silently promising to revisit the unfinished conversation at a later time.

As we placed our orders with the waiter, the atmosphere at the table shifted slightly. Felix and Minho exchanged knowing glances, while Jisung grinned mischievously at me. It seemed like they too had sensed the underlying tension between Chan and me.

I tried my best to focus on the banter and laughter around the table, desperately attempting to distract myself from the unresolved connection between Chan and me. But with every passing moment, the magnetic pull between us seemed to grow stronger, impossible to ignore.

As we waited for our food to arrive, a sense of restlessness settled over me. I found myself stealing glances at Chan when I thought no one was looking, trying to decipher the emotions swirling in his eyes. There was an unspoken understanding between us, a connection that felt so tantalizingly close yet frustratingly out of reach.

Just as I was about to give in to the temptation of engaging in a private conversation with Chan, Jisung's mischievous grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "I have an idea," he said slyly, arching an eyebrow.

Felix and Minho perked up immediately, their curiosity piqued. Even Chan couldn't hide his intrigue as he turned his attention towards Jisung. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty stirring within me.

Jisung leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "How about we play a little game?" he suggested, his voice laced with excitement.

My heart skipped a beat, and I exchanged nervous glances with Chan. The others at the table seemed equally intrigued, their eyes fixed on Jisung as he continued.

"It's simple," Jisung explained, his voice barely containing his excitement. "We each take turns asking a question, and everyone at the table has to answer truthfully."

A chorus of agreement echoed around the table, and I felt the weight of anticipation settle over us. It was as if time stood still, the air thick with curiosity and unspoken desires. Instinctively, I found my gaze drifting back to Chan, wondering what questions he might ask.

I replied confidently, "Ok, I'm down." My curiosity was piqued; I couldn't wait to hear what they had to say. After all, I had nothing to hide and was eager to see where the conversation would lead.

Jisung grinned mischievously, obviously relishing in the newfound intrigue of the game. "Alright, let's start with an easy one," he said, his eyes scanning the faces around the table. "Chan, what's something you've always wanted to do but haven't had the chance to yet?"

Chan leaned back in his chair; his eyes thoughtful as he pondered Jisung's question. A small smile played at the corners of his lips, revealing a glimpse of his adventurous spirit. "Well," he began, his voice laced with a touch of excitement, "I've always wanted to go skydiving."

Gasps and cheers erupted from the others at the table, their eyes shining with a mix of surprise and anticipation. It was clear that Chan's answer had sparked something within them, igniting their own desires for thrilling experiences.

Jisung turned to me next, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "And what about you?" he inquired.

I paused, considering my answer carefully before responding, "If I had to choose one thing, it would probably be traveling to a foreign country. The thought of immersing myself in a new culture and experiencing unfamiliar sights and sounds is thrilling to me. And if I could also use that opportunity to help others in need through mission work, that would be even more amazing."

The table fell into a brief silence, absorbing my words. My revelation had taken them by surprise, evident from the wide-eyed expressions and curious glances exchanged among my friends. Felix let out a low whistle, his eyebrows raised in admiration.

"Wow, that's an amazing goal," he said, a note of awe in his voice. "You've really got a big heart, huh?"

I blushed at Felix's compliment, gratitude washing over me. It was comforting to know that my friends saw the same passion and compassion within me that I often felt but struggled to vocalize. Their support meant more to me than they could ever know.

Chan leaned forward slightly, his eyes sparkling with newfound curiosity. "Where would you want to go first?" he asked softly, his voice laced with genuine interest.

A surge of excitement coursed through my veins as I considered his question. The possibilities were endless—a bustling city filled with winding streets and hidden gems in Europe, a mystical temple steeped in history and tradition in Asia, or a verdant rainforest teeming with life and adventure in South America.

My mind races with the possibilities, but ultimately I know where my heart longs to go – Uganda. My missionary friends speak of it with such passion and dedication, their eyes shining as they recount their experiences. The thought of being there, surrounded by vibrant culture and kind-hearted people, makes my heart swell with excitement. And then there's little William, the boy I sponsor in Uganda. I dream of meeting him and seeing the impact of my support in person. It is a country that calls to me, beckoning me to come and experience its beauty and rich history firsthand. "Umm, I'd think I would want to go to Uganda," I state with certainty, a hint of longing in my voice. "I have some missionary friends that go there a few times a year. Also, I sponsor a little boy in Uganda that I would love to visit someday."

Chan's eyes widen with surprise, his gaze shifting from me to the others at the table. The air becomes heavy with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. Seungmin breaks the silence, his voice filled with awe.

"Uganda, huh?" he says, his tone laced with wonder. "That's incredible. I've heard amazing things about that place. It must be a powerful experience to witness the impact of your support firsthand."

I nod, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "It would be truly life-changing," I reply, my voice full of conviction. "To see the difference we can make in someone's life, to connect with people from a different culture—it's something I've always dreamed of."

A heavy silence falls over the table as my words hang in the air, causing everyone to pause and contemplate. The weight of my statement is thick, like a cloud of tension hanging over us. "Gah! I'm sorry!" I exclaim, breaking the silence with my sudden outburst. "I made that so deep and awkward." My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I nervously scratch the back of my head. This was supposed to be a light-hearted lunch, but instead, it feels like I've just opened up a can of deep emotions.

Chan reaches across the table, placing his hand gently on top of mine. His touch is warm and reassuring, sparking a sense of calm within me. "Don't apologize," he says softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "There's nothing awkward about opening up and sharing your passions with us. In fact, it's inspiring."

I meet his gaze, my eyes searching for any sign of judgment or discomfort. Instead, I find nothing but understanding and support reflected in his deep brown eyes. It's as if he sees straight into my soul, embracing the vulnerabilities I've just laid bare.

Jisung breaks the silence, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "You know what? Let's make a pact right here, right now," he declares, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Let's make it our mission to turn these dreams into reality."

A chorus of agreement ripples through the table as my friends eagerly join in. The weight of tension and uncertainty is replaced by laughter, as we all excitedly plan and discuss how we can make our dreams come true. Ideas and suggestions bounce around the table, each one more daring and adventurous than the last.

Chan's eyes shine with determination as he contributes his own thoughts to the conversation. "We could look into skydiving experiences in Uganda," he suggests, a playful grin on his face. "It would be the perfect way for you to check off both of our dreams!"

The sound of joyful laughter erupts from Chan's suggestion, filling the air with a contagious sense of excitement and possibility. In that moment, I can't help but smirk as I chime in, "Why wait until I go to Uganda, Chris? We have a skydiving center right here in town. You could mark it off your list this week."

His cocky grin quickly vanished as he heard my idea, causing everyone at the table, including myself, to burst into laughter.

A warm, contented smile lingered on my lips as I returned from a fit of laughter. My cheeks still ached from the joyful strain as I turned to Jisung, my playful demeanor shining through. "Shall we continue our game?" I asked with a mischievous glint in my eye, hoping to keep the jovial energy going. He nodded eagerly, a matching smile spreading across his face as he turned to the table and posed the question, "Who would like to ask the next question?" The air was filled with lightness and camaraderie, as if we were all old friends gathered around a fire telling stories.

Chan leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning the table as he considered his question. "Alright," he began, a sly smile forming. "If you could have any superpower, what would it be and why?"

The question hung in the air, each of us taking a moment to let our imaginations run wild. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimmer of mischief in Jisung's expression, hinting at the mischievous answer that was about to escape his lips.

"I'd want the power of teleportation," Jisung declared, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Imagine being able to go anywhere in an instant. No more long flights or tedious road trips. Plus, think of all the pranks we could pull!"

The table erupted with laughter and nods of agreement, everyone envisioning the possibilities that came with having such an ability.

As the food arrived, our table became alive with chatter and laughter, filling the air with joy and camaraderie. We shared secrets, reminisced about childhood memories, and told funny jokes, enjoying each other's company as if there was no tomorrow. The aroma of our meals wafted through the air, making our stomachs grumble in anticipation.

Before we knew it, our plates were empty and our stomachs were satisfied. Realizing everyone had finished their food and we had already paid the bill, I glanced over at Veronica and we both exchanged a knowing look.

I clapped my hands to get everyone's attention at the table. "Are you all ready to find out what thrilling activity awaits us today?" A chorus of cheers and excitement erupted from the table. "Then let's head back out to the cars so we can hit the road and start our journey."

#bang chan x oc #bang chan x reader #changbin #changbin x reader #felix lee #han jisung #han jisung x reader #hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #i.n #bang chan skz #bang chan #lee felix x reader #i.n x reader #seungmin x reader #seungmin #lee know x reader #lee know

[noellawrites]

Yandere Nick Amaro Headcanons

a/n: I might’ve gone a bit overboard but I’m excited to finally write for SVU & I love my boy Nicky <3

warnings: beating/r*pe mention (not Nick), anger issues, domestic abuse, assault, choking, manipulation, jealousy, coercion, tampering of birth control, gaslighting

- you probably come through the SVU doors at some point: either a detective, witness or victim

- he is very intense and immediately becomes enamored with you, laying on the charm heavily

- you agree to go out for drinks with him

- everything moves fast, him asking you to move in with him after only a few months of dating

- he insists that he only wants you to be safe and protected, and you’re safest with him

- he sees women brutally beaten and raped on the daily, and he would rather die than let that happen to you

- he is a gentleman, but some of his beliefs can tilt toward the traditional sense

- his nicknames for you include mi corazón, mi amor and babe/baby

- watching you interact with Zara and Gil convinces him: he wants to be with you forever

- his kids are his life, and seeing you with them makes him want to have some with you, too

- as a yandere, his anger issues tend to be a big problem

- he has hit you a few times, “on accident”

- once, you had a screaming fight about wanting to wait to have kids of your own

- Nick accused you of “not being committed enough” and not wanting him, getting so angry that he slammed you against the wall and tightened his hand around your neck

- in reality, it’s hard for you to adjust to taking care of Zara and Gil, let alone thinking about a new baby

- he is excellent at manipulating you, even going as far as to use tactics from perps he deals with

- he convinces you your job is too stressful and dangerous, that it would be easier to work from home

- Nick has a superiority complex when it comes to abuse: when he does it, it’s an accident, but when perps do it, it’s against the law

- he is also extremely jealous, accusing you of having affairs with your co-workers, Barba and even Carisi

- he sees Olivia with Noah and Amanda with her newborn, which convinces him to push harder for a baby from you

- Nick charms his way into your pants, makes you think you’re lucky to be wanted and desired by him

- he fucks with your birth control and pokes holes in the condoms, re-sealing the edges of the plastic packaging with a hair straightener

- you’re devastated when you discover you’re pregnant, but Nick will not allow you to get an abortion

- he tries to convince you by telling you how excited Zara and Gil will be about a new little sibling

- how you can arrange play-dates for the baby with Jesse and Noah

- he gaslights you when you insist you didn’t know how this could happen

- saying you must’ve forgotten to take your pills, or something must’ve failed with the birth control

- you know that Nick will protect you and your child, ready to kill anyone that crosses you

- he does love you, he just doesn’t understand how you wouldn’t want his love or protection

- the other SVU detectives actually pick up on your relationship… issues

- more specifically Olivia, as Nick’s former partner and the most experienced on the team

- she picks up on small things Nick says, like, “she tells me she doesn’t want another kid, but I know better,” and “she thinks I raise my voice at her, but it’s nothin’ compared to what my dad used to do.”

- Olivia comes to the small house you share with Nick when she knows Nick is at his mandatory therapy program

- you send Zara and Gil to their rooms while you speak with Olivia, addressing her concerns but reassuring her that everything is okay

- she notices your protruding stomach and shaky hands, remembering her conversation with Nick about you not wanting a child

- she leaves things alone for now, as you won’t admit to anything and there’s nothing else she can do other than offer support to you

- you’re trying to protect Nick, knowing he’s been through enough

- you don’t want him to lose his job as a detective or custody of his kids

- but in reality, you’ve been coerced and manipulated into feeling sympathetic towards him

- it’s all part of his plan to have you and his picture perfect family once and for all

#nick amaro x reader #law and order svu x reader #law and order svu #nick amaro #yandere nick amaro #nick amaro headcanons #yandere law and order svu

[kinkyliterotica]

(Images belong to Lucasfilms/Disney and I do not claim ownership of it)

Part 2

Mandalorian x OC AFAB Smut

Summary: The Mandalorian loses his patience with a woman he has wanted for ages.

Warnings: Religious temptation, unprotected sex, sensory deprivation, gentleDom! Mando

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Mando rises to the challenge and takes her whole body in his arms and throws her over his shoulder. It only provokes her annoyance with him and in response she starts pounding on his back.

“Put me down!”

Mando pays her no mind and takes her to her cot, a large mattress filled with duck feathers that was spread on the floor. He hoists her body back over his shoulder and tosses her onto the mattress. His body towers over her and she can see his erection pressing against his crotch plate. He kneels down, hovering over her body.

“You used to be a good listener.” He teases.

She blushed. He made her wait for months and after all this time he was playing with her.

“Then make me listen, earn it!” She spat.

Mando’s hand shot out and slammed her chest back onto the mattress with such force it knocked the wind from her. His display of precision and strength had tamped down her temper quickly.

“I could hurt you, easily. So I want you to listen carefully.” His voice had a controlled timber.

Zara nods.

Mando leans down with incredible slowness until his helmet hovers over her face. It shines with such a pristine glow that she nearly feels blinded by it.

“You will not be permitted to see.”

Zara nods again.

Mando takes a piece of fabric from her tunic and pulls it through the loops. He holds it up to her face.

“Tie it tightly, make sure no light can be seen through it.”

She can tell how deadly serious he is and does as he asks. She closes her eyes tightly even behind the band. She wants to honor his request out of respect, and the limitations of her senses will be thrilling. She can’t pretend she hasn’t thought about herself in this position before.

His voice is by her ear again, “You will not initiate any movements. If we are going to do this, I will set the pace and expectation. Do you understand?”

Zara says, “Yes!” A little too eagerly.

She hears what must be a stifled chuckle from Mando.

She lays flat against the mattress with her face towards the sky. With her sight deprived from her, she could only rely on her hearing and touch. She could hear fabric rustling and landing on the floor. But there was no clang of metal against the floor so likely he had kept his helmet on. She could not imagine him taking it off anything much less this.

She felt the tug of fabric as he disrobed her. The only movements she made were to help him remove clothing that was tied or tucked. The cold air slithered into her bones and the only thing keeping her from shivering was knowing that Mando was seeing her body out in the open.

When real fingertips, not gloved hands, touched her flesh she was overwhelmed. His fingertips were rough, his nails short. That was all she could make out.

He took his time pressing his fingers into her. He explored her shoulders first. Pressing on the muscles, gliding his fingers with enough pressure to light up her senses. His fingers moved across her shoulders, her arms, her hands, before moving to her torso, her belly, and finally her breasts. Her nipples were hard and taut from the cold. He barely squeezed them, rolling the buds between his fingers. He played with them and watched her try to hold her body. He took a fingertip and rubbed the bud around until Zara was twitching and writhing beneath him. Her chest started to heave as her breaths became more shallow. He took this moment while she was properly stimulated so lower his hand to her lips.

“Tell me how I feel.” He said as he pressed his middle finger into her clit. Her entire body jolted when he rubbed her clit in a circular motion.

“Aah!” Zara gasped, “You feel aah-“

“I’d like for you to finish that thought.” He chided as he burrowed a finger inside of her.

“You make me feel crazy!“ She admitted.

“Do I?”

He started pumping a finger in and out of her at a slow pace. He added another finger and increased the depth.

She could barely restrain her hips from grinding against his fingers while they moved in and out of her.

Just as her walls adjusted around the length and girth of his fingers, she felt them stop. As a whine escaped her throat she heard,

“Be patient.”

She took a deep breath and slowed down her beating heart while he pressed his cock against her entrance.

“You will take no other after you’ve taken me.”

Zara wonders if she misheard him. Her mind attempts to understand.

“What?”

Mandos voice is so close he’s practically face to face.

“You will take no other if you take me.”

“I don’t—“

“Then you don’t want it enough.” Mando concludes.

Her heart drops as the warmth felt near her entrance disappeared.

“No no please! Only you, only you!” She promises desperately.

Mando surges forward and buried himself within her. His length is substantial and it would easily cause her pain if he wasn’t restraining himself.

The mattress creaks beneath them, Zara holds on to it and Mando rocks her back and forth with his cock. She had never heard him pant or gasp before. But beneath his helmet he made such noise that she could actually believe there was a man behind that armor.

“You have done—well.” His voice was shaky.

Mandos' hands wrap around her thighs and press them up against her chest. He leans his weight into them and drives himself into her even further.

At this angle the fabric from his armor rubs against her clit, and within a few moments she is cumming. Hard and brightly and with a traveling warmth beneath her skin. He stilled once he realized she was reaching her peak.

“That is beautiful,” He mused, his hard length still pulsing even though he had stilled his hips. He places a hand on her cheek and she leaned into it. The texture of his skin was rough but she found it comforting all the same.

Surprisingly he pulled out of her. His cock still hard, but she heard him tuck it back beneath his armor.

Zara panicked. What happened?

“What’s-what’s wrong?”

She hears a subtle laugh beneath his helmet.

“Nothing,” he assures her, “I can spare another evening here. So you’ll need your rest.”

#monster fucker #monster smut #x reader #star wars smut #mando x oc #the mandolorian x reader #the mandalorian #mandalorian smut #gentle domination #dom/sub #mando fanfiction

[julie-su]

VOTE HERE!

Zara-Ra, who is entered into the @sonic-oc-showdown ! I saw the rest of the bumblefolks filling out this OC Q&A that dear @bunnymajo had brought to our attention - and I had to have a go ~

"Zara-Ra has Guardian blood flowing in their veins. Due to her granddfather Knuckles being subjected to a great dose of Chaos Energy in his egg many years prior, Zara-Ra has heightened chaos powers, worked through their lineage. With training from their mother, Lara-Su, they were able to get a small ammount of it under her control. Their name, which they chose for themself, is inspired by her ancestor, Sonji-Ra, who had transitioned in the same sense that Zara-Ra had."

Zara-Ra's Page on Toyhou.se

Q&A under the cut -

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name? … Don’t laugh — I was lounging on the setee at my parents’ place, rolling names around in my head. My eldest sister was catching up on our favourite Soap Opera, BBC Doctors (.. No, not Doctor Who.) and lo and behold.. The character Zara Carmichael is the focus of this episode, I believe it’s about a resort, but I don’t much remember. Zara.. Zara-Ra. It just sort of, stuck. … I cannot stand Zara Carmichael.

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range) Zara-Ra is the same age as me - 23! And soon, he might be 24.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)? My partner’s character, Tara-Ka, was made at the same time for us to roleplay together - of course they are madly, deeply in love! -Cheesy- They live together in a small apartment in Echidnaopolis. They are deeply, madly in love!

🍕 - What is their favorite food? … Mobini Ants. Though, he’ll substitute for raisins. And grapes! Archimedes is alarmed; he’s told it’s only mobini ants, but he remembers the first time he met Zara’s grandfather.

💼 - What do they do for a living? Nothing; money doesn’t exist! Hey— HEY! WHAT’S ESPIO DOING WITH THOSE QUARTERS?! AIIIEEE!! … Zara-Ra is the current backup Guardian, though, it’s .. Unclear if he’s doing a good job. -thinks about Dark Mobius, sweats- I’m sure it’ll be FIIIIINE. Other than that, she keeps The Chaotix alive with Tara-Ka; Tara-Ka’s life-long obsession has always been the tales of the Chaotix. It was pure coincidence that their life partner would happen to be within such close proximity!

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies? Ant farmer… NO. I’M KIDDING! Zara-Ra has an extensive secret model city under the floorboards of her and Ed’s childhood bedroom, named ‘OuiOui Land’ - full of thousands of delicate models. He may not live there anymore, but he’s always in the area… They wonder what he’s doing all of the time. It’s OuiOui Land.

🎯 -What do they do best? He’s … Kind of a Rich Failson, without the ‘Rich’ part. A nepotism baby. Not for lack of trying - he was supposed to become the one to become a guardian, only to get cold feet. Ed tried to lead by example to encourage him, only to be lifted up as a ‘better choice’. The thing Zara-Ra does best, is… Be himself. He’s not disappointed in the missed oppertunities, and he’s happy that he is exactly where he needs to be.

He CAN do it all as Enerjak, where he's unimpeded by his thoughts and feelings - but he also… Well, loses everything that makes him… Him! He becomes this soulless machine line of output; all it really does is burn through his power and energy. And suddenly, everybody close to him realises that 'sometimes' being able to reach his full potential, is better than her reaching full potential all of the time - in the short bursts, he covers more ground than most others could do in the same time he spent sat around doing nothing. It's kind of frustrating for him sometimes when it comes in bursts like that, because it can be really close to the line… But after coming down from power like that, he realises that he just works differently to others.. And that's okay!

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do? Zara-Ra’s absolute favourite thing in this world is any important outing that is done either alongside his brother, Ed, or alongside his partner, Tara-Ka. Ed will often take him out on excursions to do with protecting the island, whilst Tara-Ka will bring him along for any odd job that they can find under The Chaotix. As long as he’s got a purpose and a clear instruction, he’s having the time of his life.He hates any job that he has to do on his lonesome. He is not a leader-type, and cannot take charge. He over-stresses over every minute detail, ending up in an internal stalemate for even the simplest of tasks.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories? Meeting Tara-Ka. They met on the outskirts of New Albion; Zara-Ra was out scouring for leads; they had heard it from the grapevine that the Dark Presence was still in operation on the outskirts of the city, deep into the desert. Here, he ran into one lonesome Tara-Ka - an echidna with such cybernetic enhancements that had not been seen for decades. Sure, cosmetic and medical cybernetics had been adopted by the masses - but these were cybernetics built for violence.… Tara-Ka was a runaway from a branch of the Dark Presence deep in the desert, and -all- they wanted to know was… “Can you take me to The Chaotix? They’re all I’ve ever dreamed of meeting”.How could you not oblige?! They’re the buggers who had sent him out here in the first place!

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories? Becoming posessed by Enerjak… It was incredibly traumatic; though, he did not get violent; he had his mothers’ knack for resisting the dark whispers. He did, however, forfeit all emotions; the unlocking of ultimate power had driven it all out. What hurts the most, is that many people felt that this beast of apathy and pure drone work ethic is much prefferable to his usual state.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one? Nohoho. Zara-Ra’s first design is waaay different! For starters, he wasn’t even originally a guardian! Yes, he wasn’t created as Lara-Su and Argyle’s child.. That came later! I was on a long coach trip with a lot of paper, and no plug for my laptop.. Go figure.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC? Archie Sonic.. I wanted an Archie echidna! I played around for a while, making an avatar in this game, hot pink… And I sort of, fell in love. His first iteration was of a zonehopper, to fit in with the game; but as he outgrew it, I worked him more and more into the Archie Sonic comics lore.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in? Probably.. Dark Comedy. Yup. That happens to be the tone of just about every single piece of prose that contains Zara-Ra!

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality? There are not enough words in any spoken or written language, alive or dead, to even begin to explain Zara-Ra’s connection to gender and sexuality. For whom it concerns… Zara-Ra was born ‘Jamie-Su’. He’s on testosterone, and has had top surgery; he has little tufts of sticky-uppy fur on either side of his chest. The planning to keep his guardian crest intact was a -nightmare-. This has -nothing- to do with gender identity, really; it’s moreso a medical history. But it felt as if it were fitting to put ^^

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have? Just the one - Edmund II! Yes, -that- Edmund II. .. Why are you looking at me like that?! You know Ed! You don’t?! He’s that old codger from the Archie Sonic arc, Silver Saga - issues #25 to #28; son of Lara-Su and Argyle (well - if you read between the lines!)

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like? Zara-Ra has an incredible relationship with her parents. The only point of contemption is Zara’s ant addiction. “It’s normal, we’re echidnas!” — “THAT IS NOT NORMAL!”

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC? Swag :3… I love the way he dresses, the way I style his hair -he’s based on me, down to the same glasses, to the little stupid puffer body jackets I wear. Bangles… I love making him wear outfits I do. Big baggy tripp/parachute pants… My self-insert, Puggle, also scratches this itch. I did, at one point, have my hair hot pink with black raccoon-tail stripes down the side, just like Zara :P

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC? It’s got to be daily, at this point. If I’m not drawing, I’m roleplaying, or crafting the narrative! If you told me that I have one drawing for every day of the year, I would laugh, and wonder why it wasn’t two for every day XD

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC? …. I hope not! O_O it would get awful boring around here!In all seriousness.. There is the fact that dear old Ed seems to be quite on his own, as the sole echidna.. Eeeee. Not lookin’ good for ole’ Zra.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias? He’s terrified of forgetting things; he wakes up in a sweat in the middle of the night, after an in-depth dream where he had forgotten that his own brother had passed away, asking where he is. He sits up, now awake, and calls his brother; sighing in relief. It was all a dream… He wonders if he ever would forget something like that. It gnaws at his mind.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival? Antoine. He knows what he did. Old Bastard.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC? … I’ve lost track!

#Zara-Ra #Zara-Ra the Echidna #sonic OC #Archie Sonic #What WHAAAAAT I actually got this all written out XDD

[practicalmagicintuitions]

Completely agree on your take on H&M's kids being theirs and being born from surrogacy. I've heard somewhere that MM had her eggs frozen some time ago, which makes sense considering her age. What I didn't know and heard just few days ago is that apparently according to the law for kid to actually be in line of succesion in British royal family, the kid has to be born by mother. So if not born by mother, cannot be a king, which makes me wonder, if that wasn't main reason behind this not admitting to surrogacy circus.

That is true amd I think this could be a reason. I always thought this is such a missed opportunity from them to show struggling couples that you can have a child. That would have been 100% a modern take on royalty if they showed the process. But of course they wouldn’t have been a victims of the BRF… But again, they never wanted to serve and give something to people. They only wanted to receive. Zara talked about her miscarriage and Sophie’s horrible birth stroy is out there and I think those can help and show they are not immune to tragedies. But no… The Sussexes are very different people.

[charlotte-of-wales]

Y’all, I firmly believe that Charles originally wanted to limit princely titles back when Archie was born.

Charles has been banging about slimmed down monarchy since the 90s and I think he did have a role in Louise and James not having the titles. And I think he wanted to limit the princely titles only to the grandkids of the monarch. Which does make sense, not having titles (like Zara) allows them to make money with no problems and it avoids the issue of embarrassing the crown.

I think back around the time Archie was born, H&M were not only told that there won’t be a new LP (like for the W&C’s kids) but that when Charles ascends they won’t have the titles either. During the Oprah interview, Meg was saying ‘they wanted to change the rules so that Archie wouldn’t have his Birthright or something like that).

But with the whole racism accusation that plan to limit titles was blown away. Second of all, I think Camilla was the one who made the racist comment. We know a letter that Charles sent about the racism exists. H&M said it’s not Liz or Phil. Charles also wouldn’t send a letter to M if the comment was made by will or Kate, he’d only do that if it was himself or Camilla. Bower (tho not 100% trustworthy) said the comment was made by Camilla and there have been rumours that points to cams. Now, I don’t honestly think this will dent Camilla’s approval because let’s be honest, she’s not exactly popular. But H&M created enough confusion that fingers were pointed at the W&C and they will be impacted by it.

I think after the racism accusations Charles felt like he had no choice and decided not to issue an lp limiting titles. Because we would have racism 2.0 and the letter which he sent. I

I do think Charles always wanted to keep titles for William's kids only wayyy before Harry even met Meghan but I'm not sure about the Camilla thing (and I'd rather not to have another lengthy discussion on who could have made those comments)

#answered

[bloodandrunes]

How would the ROs during deep crushing stage if someone(like astuffy noble?) were to tell them that they deserve better than a common killer like the MC?👀🤍

The reactions would all be 'unimpressed' but further detail is beneath the cut.

Aariz throws his head back and laughs at their audacity. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks down his nose at him, mouth twisting into some mockery of a smile. But though his lips are curved upwards, his eyes are cold. Anger threads through his veins. How dare this person -- this soft, addle-brained noble -- insult you? "You have ten seconds to get the hell out of my sight," he says metal hand flexing. "Start running." And then he begins to count.

Dalia can hardly believe her ears. She stares at the noble in front of her, whose features are so smug and whose words are laced with such contempt, and suddenly she can't stand it. "My companion," she says, the sudden urge to defend you burning through her, "is a far more honorable individual than you." And it was the wrong thing to say -- the stupid thing -- but the words fly from her lips before she can stop them, and she does not regret it.

In the AD Poly, Aariz feels Dalia go stiff beside him. He feels his cheeks heat as he tries to avoid her gaze, embarrassment briefly outweighing anger now that the silent tension between the three of you has finally been addressed. Then the weight of the noble's words dawns on both of them. Two pairs of eyes narrow at once. Aariz carries through with the same threat he did alone, a warning to start running, and Dalia still defends your honor. But there is a shift in their stances, a more combative edge that they would always take when fighting together, as they fit seamlessly in defense of you. And the noble nurses more than just wounded pride that night; they nurse their own terror.

Adys snorts at the noble's words and shakes his head. "If you are complaining to me about someone's reputation," he says, "then I think you have come to the wrong man." He looks at him over the rim of his goblet, stretched out as comfortably as he can on a sofa. He sets the wineglass down and smiles broadly. "I have no room in my circles for those who would judge others, especially not such good... friends. I suggest you leave."

Ralys' eyes narrow at the slight against you as soon as it is uttered. She sets down her teacup and stares at the noble across from her. "Tell me, then," she says softly, voice honey-sweet, "who would be worthy of my affections." It is not a question. The noble opens their mouth to speak and she raises a hand up firmly with hard eyes. Their mouth closes with a click. "I will tell you who it is not. It is not you, or your brother, or your cousin, or whomever else you may believe would advance you. I am a royal princess, my father's heir until he has a son. And so I will tell you, never insult my company ever again, or I will make you rue it."

Idar huffs out a laugh at the noble's clear attempt to slander you. "Your attempts at defending my virtue would mean much more to me if your kind did not name me a rat and a vulture at every turn," he says with a smile. "I fear that, in your efforts to dissuade me from spending time with MC, you have only spurred me on; anyone who a noble hates is a friend of mine." Though he laughs, there is an undercurrent of anger in his words, churning in his belly. The noble must sense that because their smile dies on their face.

Zara's face darkens into a scowl immediately. Who does this fool think they are, to insult you so? Don't they know she protects her own? Well, it is no matter. "I am not in the habit of entertaining simpletons," she says, resting a hand against her palm. "I would ask that this meeting of ours comes to an end and that you leave." The noble sputters and she smiles sweetly. "I could always have my husband's guards drag you out by force. That would make quite a sight, don't you think?"

??? glances at her brother out of the corner of her eye. He stares at her with concern and frustration both, and she feels anger stir in her own chest in response. "I thank you for your advice, little brother," she says, "but I can manage my own affairs. I do not need your opinion on the matter. "

He scowls and reaches for her, hand catching on her arm. "I am being serious, [REDACTED]. Do not due this. It would be the height of stupidity."

That stings, she will not lie. She smiles at him politely, with all her courtly graces, and he flinches. "You insult my intelligence and virtue both, by insinuating there is anything between the two of us," she says, "by insinuating I am being unfaithful to my honorable husband. I would ask that you do not do so again. I am, after all, a most faithful and loving wife. And MC is an honorable person; to insult them is to insult me."

He scowls and his jaw clenches, but he says nothing. Well, then. That is the end of that.

#blood and runes #scenario ask #ROs #anon #the ROs protective are so fun to write

[philhoffman]

This week's Monday Philm is The Ides of March (2011), which I picked just cuz I've been thinking about Paul Zara a lot lately.

I watched with the commentary track by director George Clooney and his co-writer/co-producer Grant Heslov. Low on my list of commentaries I've listened to tbh, pretty boring. Clooney is so bland! A lot of quoting lines as they are about to happen, which is about the worst waste of a commentary track I can imagine.

A couple mildly interesting details though. Most of their comments during his scenes are just... them being in awe of how real he is, how real he makes Paul look and feel. Heslov reflected that it would've been fun to write more scenes between PSH and Paul Giamatti (duh) but it just didn't make sense for those characters to ever interact beyond the opening. Also got this nice description of Phil's method from Clooney:

"Philip has a great sort of process when you watch him work that’s really fun because he sort of underplays it the first time, and then really gets going, then just blows it out like crazy, then sort of brings it back in. It’s a really interesting process to watch him work."

Also my first time watching it on Blu-Ray I think? Looks great. Only took stills from this one scene because it's a favorite, so brief and quiet and blue, but I'll have to go back and get more (from the special features, too).

#also paul zara you're soooooooo hot. once again to quote mr. harry styles I Want Your Belly... #the ides of march #monday philm #philip seymour hoffman #psh #* #not much to say tonight I got bad news as I was watching and am just not in the mood to write :(

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- My first one shot related to a song. Though it's a Hindi song, I loved writing for it. Hope you all like it.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Broken yet Beautiful Doll

Tom Hiddleston x Desi!Reader

Summary- (Y/N)'s moments spend with her knight in shining armor in the light of moon...

Tag List- @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @lastwandastan, @eudximoniakr, @saraelizabeth26, @girlnred, @hc-geralt-23, @omgsuperstarg, @strangesthirdeye, @clea-strange-is-the-way, @lana, @kenzi-woycehoski, @nyx2021, @all-things-fandomstuck, @newt-scamander-is-hot-af, @moon-light1415, @candypurplebutterfly

Warnings- A bit steamy. Nothing else though

GIF Credits to @your-eyes-were-full-of-regret

To be an actress in an industry such as Hollywood was a difficult job from the very start and having a conservative parents only added to the difficulty levels. And the addition of media and paparazzi in this deal is just... tiring.

God blessed (Y/N) with Tom to keep her sanity safe from all the insane things in her life. He was the moon to her dark night sky; the sun to her clear blue skies. Her knight in shining armor.

With (Y/N) wrapping up Game of Thrones, the media was going absolutely crazy. Adding to that was HBO's official post announcing the much awaited nude scene featuring the actress with her on-screen love interest, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau.

The announcement of her nude scene had not only created chaos in the media, but also in (Y/N)'s family. Her mother had given her an almost threatening lecture, while her father talked of how it would effect (Y/N)'s chances of finding a perfect husband; only that they weren't aware of Tom's presence in her life.

The famous actress sat down on the sofa with a sigh, her eyes locked on the screen of her mobile. Tears welling up in her (E/C) eyes as she recalled her mother's words and her father's disapproving tone.

"Is everything alright, (Y/N)?" The soothing voice of Tom vibrated in her ears as his smell intoxicated her senses, his hands wrapping around her waist. "Usual melodrama of maa," she sighed, snuggling into his chest.

"She only cares about you, darling," Tom said, his fingers running through her (H/C) hair, making her purr like their black cat, whom (Y/N) named Loki. "Threatening me with 'Tum ghar aana phir dikhati hu' is so much lovely," (You come home, then I will show you) (Y/N) said sarcastically.

Tom chuckled lightly, kissing her hairline. "It's almost midnight," he stated casually, making (Y/N) hum.

Bikharney Ka Mujhko

Shauq Hai Bada

Sameitega Mujko

Tu Bata Zara

Tom looked down at the lady in his arms. The (H/C) hair of his beloved shone in the moonlight, glistening as if a gemstone. Her eyes closed, while a bit of kohl beneath her eyes laid smudged from rubbing her eyes constantly. In short, (Y/N) looked a mess instead of the gorgeous lady in front of the red carpets.

"You look a mess. Or may I dare say, like a broken yet beautiful doll," Tom noted with a teasing smile. (Y/N) laughed, sitting in between his legs. "I love to look like a mess, or as you beautifully placed it, 'a broken yet beautiful doll'. The question is: will you be there to collect me?"

Tom smiled, glancing at the ceiling-to-floor window. "Of course, darling," Tom smiled, making the young actress smile widely. "

Dekh Ke Tujhey Hi Raat Ki Hawa Ne

Saans Thaam Li Hai Haath Ke Tarah Haaye

Ki Aankhon Mein Teri Raat Ki Nadi

Tom picked (Y/N) up in bridal style, taking her out to the huge balcony attached to their shared bedroom. The soft breeze caressed their skins, bringing a unique warmth to them.

Tom's breath hitched silently as he looked upon the lady beside him. All soft and vulnerable before his ocean eyes. London's lights illuminating the perfections and imperfections on her face.

Tom could see the sight of entire London in her (E/C) eyes. Lights dancing in her eyes like ballerinas performing a ballet. The sweet dance with precise timings and smooth dance moves.

Ho Kho Rahe Hain Dono Ek Doosre Mein

Jaise Sardiyon Ki Sham Mein Dhuan

(Y/N) and Tom's eyes met at the same moment. The entire world drifting away, leaving the couple along with the beauty of the entire world. The night breeze singing songs of love as the two stepped closer.

"What else did they say?" Tom whispered, his lips too close to hers. "Papa said that I won't find any good husband," she whispered back, gazing deeply into his blue, deep eyes. Tom smirked, his hands strongly holding her waist.

"Perhaps, I should meet him." They were too close to deem appropriate, almost taking in the same air. Their lips met in a combination of passion and lust. Hands threading through each other's hairs, tugging on them.

Hands went through the thin, dark shirt (Y/N) wore, tracing patterns on her skin as they moved up, leaving behind goosebumps and sending pleasures right to her core.

Lips and tongues clashed in a battle of who know what. As for dominance, it seemed like (Y/N) abandoned the dominance for the night, letting Tom take control over her for tonight.

Never before had they been so close, always stopping after a kiss or two on necks and behind ears. But tonight, the passion was too much, too consuming for both to stop.

Tom pressed (Y/N) against the wall. A gasp breaking through her throat at the contact of the cold wall on her warm, too hot, skin. Tom kissed her neck, creating a purple bruise after another.

The two conjoined there as if the smoke in the winter night. Breathing together and riding the waves of pleasure with each other.

Tom pulled away to look at the masterpiece he created on the canvas his lady love's body was. Hair disheveled, lips swollen, eyes wide with darkness of pleasure clouding them; all along with the black-purple bruises littered over her neck and collarbone.

The rest of the night was spent in the warmth of embraces and waves of pleasure mixed with pain. Sweet words and comforting promises whispered into the ears. A beautiful future ensured.

Perhaps the nature always paired two different beings together. One who likes to break and the other who wishes to collect. A person who can praise and one who can receive it and stay humble.

#Spotify #tom hiddelston imagine #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x desi!reader #desi reader #desi tumblr #actress reader

[foreverfallingforthestars]

Ain't My Fault

As of yesterday I'm four teeth down but not in a lot of pain so I might try to get a few of the others I've planned out for Rowaelin Month! As always, big thank you to the team for hosting this and I hope people like this quick little drabble (I say as this is almost 2k words long) based off of Zara Larsson's Ain't My Fault. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in my TOG fics! I did tag for my Hating Game AU but I don't want to assume lol

Word Count: 1683 Read on AO3 Rowaelin Month Master list

Day 1 of Rowaelin Month Prompt: Song Fic

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It was criminal, honestly, how good looking this man was. It simply did not make sense that a silver haired man with tattoos could look this fine , and yet, here he was. He had walked into the club with his two friends and claimed three seats at the bar while Aelin had watched the entire thing from her spot at a table in the corner. It certainly didn’t help her case that he was wearing a simple v-neck white shirt under a leather jacket that had been rolled up, showcasing the swirling black tattoos on his left forearm. 

Aelin bit down on her bottom lip before letting go of it slowly as she watched the current bane of her existence laugh before taking a shot of tequila. She watched with bated breath as his Adam's apple worked as he swallowed before he wiped at his lips with a swipe of his thumb. 

“If you stare any harder at him, you’re going to make him burst into flame,” Lysandra laughed, nudging Aelin with an elbow, and Aelin jerked her gaze away from the man that had captured her attention for the past fifteen minutes. 

“Shut up,” she responded, half-heartedly glaring. “It’s not my fault that he’s fucking handsome.” 

Elide leaned her elbows on the table before resting her chin on her folded hands. “Honestly, I don’t know why you two haven’t just banged, yet. Lorcan keeps complaining about the sexual tension that remains after you two talk.”

“I’m not going to be the first one to crack, Elide. Rowan needs to come to me ,” Aelin insisted, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I can’t seem desperate.”

“Will you consider it if I say that we’re desperate for you two, instead?” Lysandra groaned around a sip of her daiquiri. Elide snorted as she picked up her phone, presumably to text Lorcan to tell him where the girls were sitting. The original plan had been to enjoy a nice girl’s night out with just the three of them, but then it somehow turned into a plan to try to get Aelin and Rowan together by the end of the night. She didn’t know why but there was something magnetic between the two ever since they had met each other after Lorcan, Rowan’s friend, had started dating Elide. Her eyes were always drawn to him, and it only got worse as time went on and she realized how much she liked being around him. 

Elide texted Lorcan and told him to invite Fenrys and Rowan, and sure enough, the man was whipped for his girlfriend and did exactly as she said. 

It might also be because he was also sick of the push and pull between her and Rowan, but she’d rather believe that Lorcan had feelings . 

“No, I won’t,” she responded, but it felt like she might as well make the move since Rowan was taking forever. That wasn’t something she was willing to admit, though.

“You’re the absolute worst . I can’t even live vicariously through you!”

“I didn’t think you had the need to,” Aelin mentioned, raising an eyebrow. “I was under the impression that you and Aedion were doing perfectly fine.”

Lysandra shrugged, waving her hand around in a dismissive motion. “You’re the one that insists that we can’t talk about the sex in detail, so I need you to do that for all of us.”

“He’s my cousin, woman. Besides, why can’t Elide be enough?”

“Because I have boundaries,” Elide laughed as she looked up from her phone. “And,” she continued, her voice getting down to a whisper as a smirk played on her lips, “we maybe women in happily committed relationship, but we still want to know what it’s like to have sex with Rowan. Like, have you seen the man?”

Aelin’s jaw dropped as she let out a shocked laugh. “I’m going to tell Lorcan you said that. I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear that.”

“Tell me what?” a voice asked from Aelin’s right, and the girls turned to find Lorcan, Fenrys, and Rowan standing in front of their table. Rowan’s eyes were already on her, glancing over her body, or at least what he could see of her top half. The gleam in her eyes made her glad for the time she had spent getting ready. Plus, it was helpful to know that trying to leave the club with him tonight would be a lot easier than she expected. 

“That I absolutely love you,” Elide covered before Aelin could even open her mouth to respond, and it was clear from Lorcan’s eye roll that he didn’t believe her, but he didn’t bother questioning her, anyway. The three sat down on the table, and the kick from Lysandra from under the table — along with the glare that made her green eyes look even brighter than normal — led to Aelin making one of the more questionable choices in her recent memory, but honestly, it wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t be blamed for how close Rowan was to her and how badly her shin ached from the stiletto. 

While Lysandra and Elide had distracted Lorcan and Fenrys thoroughly with an argument over something with diet soda that Aelin didn’t care about, she leaned an elbow on the table and rested her head on her hand, leaning her body towards Rowan.

“So, what’s your name, handsome? Better yet, what’s your sign so I know we’re compatible?”

Rowan’s face lit up with a laugh before the bright smile turned into a smirk that made Aelin want to jump into an ice bath with how her body was beginning to burn. It was as though she were the flame that could only be soothed by his ice.

“I didn’t think we had the time to go through those questions,” he commented, running a hand through his hair, and Aelin wanted it to be her hands that ran through his hair. 

And played with it and tugged on it and —

“I mean, considering the way you seemed to be staring at me earlier,” he finished. Rowan’s bright green eyes held the promise of what could happen later tonight, and the fact that he was well aware of her attention on him made Aelin much bolder.

Aelin scoffed but trailed her index finger down the length of his forearm and hand before resting it on his thigh. “And? Do you want me to ‘accidentally’ trip and fall into your lap to make things easier on you?”

“It certainly wouldn’t hurt.”

“How about you take the charge for once? The staring wasn’t a one-way thing, after all,” Aelin pointed out, raising an eyebrow. Rowan looked down at her dress again before looking at her, his pine-green eyes pinning hers. 

“If you two are going to just eye-fuck one another, can you please not do it in front of us,” Fenrys begged out of the corner of her eye, and Aelin jerked her hand from Rowan’s thigh. She refused to let her cheeks burn out of embarrassment, and the only saving grace was that she was drinking so her cheeks were already slightly flushed and pink. Rowan also momentarily looked startled by the comment until he rolled his eyes and told Fenrys off.

“How about I just make myself scarce around you, Fenrys,” she retorted before glancing over at Rowan and seeing him opening something on his phone that made Aelin suppress a smile.

She was about to continue her conversation with Rowan when she caught Elide’s — and by default, Lysandra’s as well — eyes, blatantly telling her to get her ass up and on the dance floor to get Rowan away and out of the club, preferably with her.

Aelin rolled her eyes at her best friends, but she sighed as she relented. She was really out here doing all the work, but then again, she’d seen what Rowan had been doing on his phone earlier, so it’d be all worth it.

She stood up and straightened out her gold sleeveless wrap dress, making sure that she wasn’t accidentally flashing the wrong people, and made her way into the throng of dancing people. Aelin didn’t have to wonder if Rowan would follow her to the middle of the crowd because she knew for a fact that he would, and she wasn’t going to be responsible for what happened between the two.

So, really, it wasn’t her fault that she spent so long on her makeup and hair for tonight after she heard Rowan was coming to the club, making sure her lips were painted the perfect red and her hair was in soft curls down her back. 

It wasn’t her fault that she had coincidentally picked a gold dress after overhearing him express that gold was his favorite color on girls.

And it certainly wasn’t her fault that she instinctively knew he was coming when she recognized the scent of his fresh snow cologne as he approached. A smile graced her face as she felt his large, warm hands slowly trail around the side of her waist towards the center of her stomach where they flexed once, a test to see if she would pull away from her.

Aelin leaned into his body, pressing her back into Rowan’s, and she felt his chest rumble as he laughed. 

“Is someone eager?” he whispered into her ear.

Aelin smiled. “You say that as though I didn’t see you order that Uber before I came out here to dance.”

“Is that a crime to want a drive home after drinking?” he asked as Aelin dragged one of hands away from her waist and down towards the hem of her short dress. His fingertips snuck underneath the hem for a brief moment before they trailed back up her body. 

“It’s not,” she responded, turning in his arms and snaking them around his neck. “But it could be if the address wasn’t yours, and was, oh I don’t know, mine?”

Rowan smiled at that and bent down to softly brush his lips against hers. “And who’s fault is that, you temptress?”

“Certainly not mine.”

#throne of glass fic #tog fic #throne of glass #rowaelin month 2022 #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius